There are times to be vanilla and times you just have to get your kink on.

Restraints For A Good Girl

He was very proud of her. She had greeted him just as he had told her to, wearing one of his white dress shirts and nothing else. This one didn’t fit him now of course, but damn she looked mighty fine in it. She did a wonderful job of taking control of the moment too. He did push, to see if she would falter, but she was a good girl and didn’t let him take over.

She is a most wonderful cock sucker. From the very first time her lips touched his cock he knew it was something she thoroughly enjoyed. Not like so many other women who felt they had to do it. No, she wanted it. More so, she craved it. If he were to give her the choice of activity she would choose sucking his cock to most anything else.

He was going to show her just how much he loved her, how much he missed her while he had been away. He knew it was hard on her with him on the road so much lately. There was a lot of time to make up for. There were punishments to be doled and rewards to be reaped, but first he was going to work on fixing a problem. She would soon remember who was really in charge.

Leading her to the bedroom he found she had once again obeyed his instruction. He was impressed with how well she was taking to this new dynamic in their relationship. She had laid out all the items he had told her to. Everything neatly arranged on the side of the bed. He wondered how excited she had been, how wet, pulling each piece and setting the scene.

The bed had been made with those deep blue sheets they had picked up on their last trip to Paris. Indigo she had called them. All he knew was that they were luxurious and she loved them. Anything to help make her more comfortable as he took her on this journey of discovery. Blue sheets and an old dress shirt were her comfort items.

Today he was going to reintroduce her to bondage with the new restraints. He knew she was still weary of it after her first time with that bloody bloke who nearly killed her. That had happened long before they met but it still haunted her. He wanted to send those old memories packing. This time he was going to show her how wonderful it could be.

He had purchased a leather set with wrist and ankle cuffs, adjustable tethers, and a blindfold. There was also a ball gag, but that would have to wait for another time. He hadn’t told her to forgo the gag so she had included it with the rest of the items. Even though it scared her more than anything he had ever witnessed, she still obeyed when he had told her to take the restraints out. He now put the gag back in the drawer.

Where earlier she had been eager and full of confidence, fear has since come to rest within her. She has crawled onto the bed and sits there now, on her knees, waiting for him to apply the restraints. Her breath haggard as she struggles with the demons inside.

“It’s ok baby, I am not going to hurt you. This time will be different. Just trust me.”

“I do.” she says, looking up into his eyes. And with those two little words she begins to relax.

The leather is so very soft on her wrists and ankles. She had expected it to be much harsher against her delicate skin. He had obviously put a lot of thought and money into this. She was thankful for many things, not the least of which was this wonderfully thoughtful and caring man she called husband.

With the restraints now on, he helps her to her back on the bed before adding the blindfold. He can still see the fear in her eyes and reiterates that she is going to be ok, that he is going to take care of her. She closes her eyes and lets him put the blindfold on.

He grazes her cheek lightly, then holds her a moment as he kisses her. Slowly, tenderly, his hands move over her body caressing and massaging gently along every curve, every dimple. His hands are followed by a trail of kisses that do not miss a spot. Even her cute little belly button gets invaded by his finger and tongue. He can feel her beginning to relax under his touch. This pleases him. He smiles.

He now reaches that hot spot between her legs. The dripping wetness from earlier had subsided but it is building again. She has let go of the fear and only arousal remains. He feels the heat rising within her. He knows how to push the right buttons.. how to flick his tongue against her clit.. how to lick and suckle it.. how to move his fingers inside of her until she gushes her sweet juices.

He teases first, just the tip of his tongue at her opening. She wants more. She tries to move her hips but the restraints won’t let her. She is at his mercy. He hears her whimper as she fails to get him inside her. She is dripping now. Hot sweet juices drenching her pussy. She is quickly reaching her limit. Again she tries to move her hips. Still nothing. Another whimper escapes.

He delves deep into her, her juices covering his face, his chin. His hands join in, fingers sliding in and out, first one then two. Come hither they say, and she does. Her whimper becomes loud moans of pleasure, her body bucks in orgasm and she gushes, body twitching uncontrollably, her wetness covering everything.

He undoes her cuffs, pulls a sheet up around her, and holds her. Stroking her hair, soothing her as her body begins to come down from its high. The blindfold stays on as she is not yet ready to come back to reality. It also serves as protection from the bright sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window.

“Good Girl” he says, still soothing her. “Good Girl.”

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I like the gentleness and love to this relationship ~ Truth to tell, I am not into bondage but you have managed to put trust and care, which I think are important in any relationship ~ Nice to meet you ~

Thank you all for your encouraging comments on this piece. With this series, I am trying to show a realistic description of a couples journey from the beginning. To show the love and fears and joys that come with it.

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